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My day—
Is punctured like a sieve,
And ridiculed like a whim.
May winter whiteness blossom,
May autumns turn gray,
May summers whistle—
Become nightingales.
When a rye-wind
Would have twisted my…
In our great city of New York, no practical question concerning the welfare of Judaism is of more vital importance than that of mission-work among the Jews. [ . . . ] The great every-day phrase, “we…
The author is not among those who adhere to the doctrine that “money talks.” Knowledge talks, conscience talks, but money is merely counted—more by some, less by others. If the author…
I have the good luck to be a Polish Jew.
If I were a Greek Jew, a Dutch Jew, a Turkish Jew, or some other kind of Jew, I would be miserable. Who would pay any attention to me and who would be…
Inside the house they took their seats. Though it was lighter than a few evenings before, a bulb or two would have helped. Eli had to hold his briefcase towards the window for the last gleamings. He…